Chapter 81
Seeing Sienna stand up, Jonathan frowned. He quickly walked over, lowering his voice. “Have you discussed this with Jarred? Even if you two live separate lives, if anything happens to you, I won’t be able to explain it to the Sterlings p>
“They won’t care,” Sienna replied with a faint smile. “Everyone else in the department has families to support. I’m the most suitable candidate p>
“But p>
Jonathan tried to argue, but Sienna cut him off. “It’s decided. We have to gather and leave first thing tomorrow morning, and there’s a lot to prepare p>
Jonathan sighed and instructed, “Contact me immediately if anything happens. I’ll figure out a way to transfer you back p>
He handed the application form to Sienna and added, “If there’s anyone you need to talk to, make sure to get all your affairs in order before you leave p>
Sienna nodded. Thinking it over carefully, besides Owen, she really didn’t have any attachments.
She called the hospital in Germany, contacted Quentin Peters, and finally gave Luna a heads-up.
By the time she finished, it was already evening.
A colleague had just dropped off some supplies. Sienna was about to stand up and grab them when a sudden wave of dizziness hit her.
“Dr. Sloan p>
A few colleagues jumped in fright and rushed over to help her up.
They asked in a panic, “Sienna, what’s wrong? Are you overworked p>
“Why are you so pale? Where does it hurt p>
Sienna shook her head weakly. “I’m fine, just a little tired p>
One colleague reached out to feel her forehead, pulling her hand back the second they made contact. “Oh my god! You’re burning up! You’re running a high fever p>
Hearing this, Sienna suddenly felt her head was too heavy to keep up.
The door was suddenly pushed open while Sienna sat with her head down, rubbing her temples.
She didn’t look up, but recognized the footsteps immediately—it was her mentor.
“What happened? She was fine just a minute ago p>
Jonathan stopped in front of Sienna and glanced at his student. Before she could speak, he turned to a doctor. “What’s her temperature p>
The doctor handed over the thermometer. “A hundred and three point five degrees p>
Jonathan took a look, his brows furrowing into a deep scowl.
When he looked back at Sienna, his tone softened slightly. “Do you not know your own limits? Going to the Northern Region is for disaster relief, not a spring picnic. With a fever and cough like this, are you going to save lives or just be a burden p>
Sienna didn’t argue, quietly listening to him finish.
“Jonathan, I’ve already submitted the application form,” she said. “The department only has one slot, and I’m our representative p>
Jonathan frowned.
“It’s been raining for a week in the Northern Region,” Sienna’s voice was weak. “They’re waiting for doctors. I probably just exhausted myself these past few days. An IV drip will bring the fever right down p>
She paused. I won’t let you down p>
Jonathan stared at her for a long time.
Finally, he waved his hand. “Forget it. Two interns just came to me saying they want to go with you. I’ll have someone give them the forms p>
After saying that, he signaled to the doctor next to him.
Sienna hurriedly grabbed his arm. “Jonathan p>
“It’s decided,” Jonathan’s voice grew stern. “With this stubborn temper of yours, you’re going to work yourself into an early grave p>
Sitting in the IV infusion chair, Sienna sighed helplessly. “I’ll follow your arrangements. Please continue briefing the rescue operations; I’m listening p>
With the IV needle in her left hand, resting obediently on the armrest, she picked up a pen with her right hand and meticulously took notes in her notebook.
Her delicate face showed an unyielding resilience, making everyone watching feel a mix of heartache and pity.
The two interns standing nearby exchanged helpless glances.